Beautiful but Dumb bondage story | chair, straps, clamps

A few weeks had passed since Michele had finally left her cage. My turn had passed pleasurably enough, with Michele dressing me as a Victorian ladies maid and between my duties in that area submitting me to some very fun bondage. The bath that she had made me give her, using my tongue as a washcloth, was one of the most horrible tasting, but sensuous things I had ever done.

Now it was my turn again and I had a surprise for her AGAIN!

Friday night after work, I asked her to strip and dress in her skintight bright red unitard. The unitard had feet and hands and completely encased her from her neck down. I loved the way the unitard highlighted every curve in her body flowing over her thighs and hips.

To keep her amused, I applied a Japanese rope harness with a tight crotch rope and I quickly handcuffed her and hobbled her ankles and knees. A belly chain around her waist held her hands firmly down.

Some months ago, I had brought a very large suitcase, with castors, that Michele could fit into, with a little squeezing.

"Going out are we?" she asked with her usual grin.

She climbed willingly into the bag and made herself as comfortable as possible. Snuggling down so the crotch rope pulled even tighter. I zipped the bag up and wheeled her to the back of the van.

My friend's business address was quiet at this time of night, so nobody questioned me as I wheeled my large suitcase in. We quickly unpacked Michele and lifted her onto the chair that occupied the middle of the room. Three leather straps and Michele was helpless and ready.

"Just lie back and say arggh," said my friend as he fitted a dental gag into her mouth and locked her mouth wide open. Her eyes at this stage were nearly as wide.

"This will take about 30 minutes." he told her.

Working carefully he placed a moulded plate into her mouth. Four small clamps fitted over teeth to hold the plate firmly down. The plate was skin coloured to make it nearly invisible to a casual glance. He used a small tool to tighten the clamps around four of her teeth; which he then past to me to use to remove the clamps when I wanted later.

"OK, all done." He said, removing the dental gag while I removed the straps that held her down on the chair. Michele looked at us and said "Wghaat haavve yah donne tah mame?" A thin line of drool ran down her jaw.

"Simply applied a plate to clamp your tongue to the bottom of your mouth. It is quite safe, you can still swallow etc, but you need to learn to do it a different way. The biggest effect is on your speech," my good friend the dentist said.

"It makes you sound mentally handicapped, but that suits my plan for you," I said with a grin. "Now back in your suitcase for the trip home."

"Ig cannt ga rond spaaking likt this." she cried.

"Why not? You sound quite cute! Now back in your case, woman," I commanded with mock authority.

The next morning I got Michele up quite early. I had locked her in the cage for the night to keep the bondage effect going strong.

I quickly fed her a breakfast of cereal; Michele was firmly off solids while her plate was in. Leading her through to the playroom I put stage two into action. I stripped her to her bra and panties and using a thin locking leather strap bound her knees and ankles together.

Next came a small pillow that I strapped over her left buttock that would mean she would not be able to sit straight in a chair and gave the effect of a deformed left hip.

Pulling a long skirt up over her hips I arranged the straps and pillow so that they could not be seen from any angle. I then strapped her arms firmly across the middle of her back. Another cushion gave the impression of a natural hump in her spine caused by a further deformity.

A long flowing blouse, firmly buttoned at the neck covered the straps and her arms. She now looked like a poor victim of really bad physical handicaps. No arms, paralysed legs, and a deformed spine and left hip.

I then pulled out my masterpiece, a full support wheel chair normally used to transport severely handicapped people. It even had the special head support to keep the head upright.

Lifting Michele onto the chair, I arranged her legs so that they looked natural and deformed and then used straps to "support" her legs in place. A strap around her waist made sure she didn't slide out of the chair.

I then adjusted the head support to hold my now helpless handicapped partner in position. She looked a pitiful sight in her a chair, a parody of her normally fit and healthy self. My friend had given me a special gel to rub over the inside of Michele's mouth. It reduced all sense of feeling and relaxed her muscles. Normally used to reduce pain during dental work, it also increased her drooling by 50% as she found it hard to swallow. Not normally a problem in a dental surgery with suction etc.

"Pity you drool so much." I said. "Means you have to have a bib over that pretty blouse to protect it."

Michele looked at me with a evil grin, "Jaust yah wait tuh yah tarn. Yah are ganga dia". Drool ran down her chin.

"Sorry, love can't make out a word you are saying," I replied laughing, and wiping her chin for her.

At that point the doorbell rang. Michele looked at me with wide eyes. "Whog isa that?" she mumbled.

I smiled and wheeled her towards the front door. In the driveway, a wheelchair taxi was parked and the driver was lowering the ramp.

"Good morning," he said, "Off for a bit of shopping are we?"

Michele groaned and tried to trash in her chair, "Ohh naooow, I aam nah han...." The rest became unintelligible as she became more excited.

"Poor thing," I told the driver, "Handicapped from birth, totally dependant on me for everything. Doctors say that she has the mental age of around 3, but I am sure sometimes she knows more than that."

"We are off to spend the day at the mall, shopping for some clothes for her and then a visit to the movies. Of course getting her in and out of the movies means a lot of public attention, as people will stare so when we lift her chair in down the stairs. I think sometimes she is a bit embarrassed by it all, but she does seem to love a good movie."

"I do wish sometimes she could at least talk clearly and tell me what she wants," I said shaking my head sadly.

Michele just groaned and a long line of dribble ran down her chin and onto her bib in response.